the roman demigods were fighting on mount othrys, cutting their way through the titan’s fortress, unknowingly helping out the greek demigods back in manhattan.

along with a small group of other demigods from camp half blood, you had been sent onto a quest to california. of course, the timing was horrible, considering the active war… not that the gods really cared about their kids.

along the way, you’d found other demigods. at first, your group had assumed they were on kronos’s side. but then they had charged the fortress, attacking the monsters fighting for the titan.

the battle had been won by the demigods clad in armor, armor that looked different from the shoddy ones used for capture the flag.

the same demigods that now dragged your group into the room, tossing you all onto the floor in front of a throne, where a… demigod sat.

the boy perched like he belonged there, surveying the greek group with narrowed eyes. scarlet stained his armor and skin, but most of it wasn’t his, evident from the body of the titan still slowly disappearing in the room. had he done that alone??

he had short cropped blonde hair, eyes such a striking blue that it looked as though a storm had made its home within his irises, and a scar on his lip.

“i am jason grace, son of jupiter, child of rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the first legion,” he announced, tone cold and commanding. a girl with dark hair stood beside the throne, bristling with equal importance. one gold dog and one silver dog sat on each side of her.

“tell us who you work for.”